Long Prove Poems
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I went out to find You
I started at a school
I thought I would see You
Holding the Golden Rule
I walked down the hallways
Checked every single door
listened for sounds of praise
But you weren't there any more
I went to the Court house
Surely they want You there
To help a battered spouse
But no one seems to care
You were not welcome
No more justice any more
The old ways are forgotten
They've pushed You out the door
I went looking at the mall
Because it is the season
You weren't there blessing us
It was Santa for some reason
Maybe You were waiting
Patiently for me at home
My spirit started singing
Surely there You would roam
Upon my arrival
I expected to find You there
I picked up my Bible
To prove how much I care
At once I started to choke
I couldn't stop my cough
The dust it was like smoke
I tried to wipe it off
I'm part of the problem
I don't take time to pray
If I want to taste Your freedom
I should talk to you each day
There was a young man who was obese.
He ate too much and now he's deceased.
He went to his favorite restaurants and ate a lot of food every day.
He died at the age of thirty and it's not surprising that he passed away.
His family told him that his gluttony might prove fatal and they begged him to go on a diet.
Even though they told him over and over that his obesity might end his life, he didn't buy it.
One evening when he was through eating, he had a massive heart attack and hit the floor.
He died instantly and his wife and children grieve because their patriarch isn't alive anymore.
He scoffed at the idea of dieting and he suffered a horrible fate.
He might not have died if he had made an effort to lose weight.
I don't fit into your circle, I didn't want to try out for your band,
Because I would rather not be labeled, I hope you understand,
I didn't want all that extra attention,
All I wanted was a simple life of love and inspiration,
If only you truly knew,
That I stepped up just for a moment to prove,
With courage and compassion, allowing vulnerability to show,
In an atmosphere where fear of worthiness just wouldn't let go,
The fear of rejection stood out like a sore thumb,
Countless others left or decided to play dumb,
Privately approached by so many,
I asked God why this sat on my heart so heavy,
The pain in my heart made me cry,
It opened my eyes to the fear inside,
The outside looked like a white washed tomb,
Clean as a whistle with an unblemished view,
It was always about strength and how not to be defeated,
The steps you should take to prevent from being mistreated,
Calculated and too careful was not freedom to me,
It held me back from who God made me to be,
Careful is wise, don't get me wrong,
But too much creates intimidation to sing your song,
There were moments God allowed me to get up and sing,
The purpose and intent meant so much more to me,
When I had to step down, I still went back there to pray,
Because the purpose and the love I have for them never went away,
This meant more to me than you'll ever know,
That passion, that calling wasn't a show.
Such a good time we had,
Then what was the need to fight,
Why did we indulge in blame game?
Was it really important to prove who was right?
I had hopes that you would let go,
But, I really didn't know,
That I had to do with this,
Yes you are missed,
The friendship I had!
I had confidence that no one can come in between us,
I had the faith in our bond,
But, waves of misunderstanding came in between,
I guess it was not that strong,
I still have a grudge against you,
You left me all sulking without any clue,
Now I don't trust any friend!
So happy we were in our space,
But, now it is the thing of disgrace,
A beautiful friendship ruined with time,
Remember the time when I called you mine,
Why did this breach of trust end?
I too don't have words to defend,
But it is all over now,
It is all over with time!
Form:
Cliché’
"Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream", While I slept I tried to figure out how "death looked eating a soda cracker". It's very poetic yet makes no sense. No one stops to think things through; People just say things because someone said it to them.
Cliche's are fun -Some over used - Some have gotten " lost in the sauce " but they make a powerful direct point with fewer words.
I believe I hated it when I was told that "you don't believe fat meat is greasy" Well, people hated to answer questions back then and when I’d ask them to prove what they were stating they would say the “proof is in the pudding” -"Yeah right"...!
They had no proof to back up their stupid claims on subjects that were taboo- Knowingly, the answers
I sought were not "as plain as the nose on my face”... But what they said about
“no good deed going unpunished” seemed truer than them all.
Now Cliche's are different from Stereo types: When someone talks foolishly they could be told “you talk like a duck with no beak” Even a dunce could understand what that must have sounded like. Cliche’ yes, but very easy to describe a foolish person, that quacks horrible.
"If I knew then; What I know now". I would have challenged the old cliche terminology. “youth is wasted on the young". “I say that, to say this”. Actually I had more wisdom as a youth; because, It hurt me not to know things, Not knowing could even kill me.
(what you don’t know, won’t hurt you) So untrue.
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As a youth "I had the time of my life”; Understood as much as any senior, and appreciated the wit and humor that figurative and literal the cliches' gave to our blues, songs, and our folktales -- Since "all is well that ends well “
I will end this prose by saying two of my favorite cliches' are "What's understood needs no explanation" Cliches are a real fun part of our language, poetry, and Metaphorical Prose.
If you don't agree then "grits ain’t groceries” “eggs ain’t poultry"...and "Mona Lisa was a man".!
The Anchor in the Room
I sat across the polished desk, a storm behind my eyes,
Trying to hold the steady mask, the Sovereign’s disguise.
But as the questions started and the air grew thin and tight,
I felt the old familiar pull of shadow and of light.
The tears began to gather, spilling soft against my will,
While I fought to find the words to prove my spirit’s standing still.
But then I looked across the space and found a different sight,
Not a cold examiner or a judge of what is right.
I saw a face of kindness, like a hearth-fire in the snow,
With a warmth that gave permission to let the sorrow flow.
A quiet, human comfort in the crinkle of her gaze,
That reached across the distance through the suffocating haze.
It wasn't just an interview, a tally, or a test,
But a moment where a weary soul was allowed a bit of rest.
Her smile was like an anchor dropped within a raging sea,
Acknowledging the person and the pain inside of me.
For a second, all the ridicule and the ghosts of my past debt,
Were silenced by a stranger that my spirit finally met.
I felt the vulnerability become a bridge of grace,
Reflected in the mercy of that soft and caring face.
It gave me hope for futures where the labor isn't grim,
Where the light of human kindness doesn't ever have to dim.
I walked out with a beating heart, no longer quite so small,
Knowing she saw the woman, and she didn't mind the fall.
The path is still a mystery, the answer yet to come,
But the freezing cold inside of me has started to go numb.
I found a seed of promise in that office, in that chair,
Because a warm and comforting soul was waiting for me there.
-Debra
The Good Book I read more than twice
when church was in my life.
I went to every Sunday school,
and always I thought the Golden Rule was God’s best advice.
Religous folks and those not so -
I’ve met the lot of them.
Most churches teach there’s but one way
that back to heaven we may go.
These kinds of things – they’ve puzzled me.
The longer that I lived,
I realized there was so much more
than one theology.
More than half the world knows not
even half the things
I believed to be the truth
from all that I’d been taught.
Away from church I would drift
in my middle age,
but I still find there are things
that give my soul a lift.
Nature is religion too.
The rainbow is God’s art:
sunrise, sunset, mountains, fields
and oceans deep and blue.
If you ask me, I can’t say
what church is right or wrong.
But I cannot ever doubt
God wants for us to pray.
Our life on earth is like a school
for us to prove our worth.
I’m positive the soul moves on
and great truth (I STILL believe) is in the Golden Rule!
May 19, 2021
for Unseeking Seeker's Religion Or Spirituality Poetry Contest
How about one day,
You sleepand you wake:
And your web is no longer existing,
And your phone is no longer active,
And your laptop wouldn't work.
And you lover wouldn't wake.
And your legs wouldn't walk.
And your pet is no where to be found.
And you tv set goes blank-
Even like the always crying cloud.
And your wife is not in her place,
And your kids are not with you to play.
And you strived to get to the window,
You crawled like an adder choked by its prey,
Struggling to peep through the window.
And you see everywhere devastated:
The white house retains no longer her dignity,
Trump is equaled with the beggars at the street-
Both caught in the claws of indecision.
How about that God you never believe
in seem to exist.
And the hell you called an abstract idea
Prove its existence.
And the Heaven you tagged
'Allusion' appeared as the new moon.
What if you're weighed and found wanting?
And that you've been just fooling and whirling away your eternal freedom
you once called false ideas.
What will you do?
Form:
Dear Jonathan you seem more refined than most
Were you appointed spokesperson to fill a post
I'm the Canadian equivalent
I'm really quite magnifient
When it comes to public speaking I can't help but boast
Well don't be shy you should blow your own trumpet
Need to show these guys we ain't just some puppets
Got savy galore
Taking over the floor
To the applause of many causing smiles by the bucket
Now don't get me wrong John, I'm straight as an arrow
It's my humble attempt to prove I'm really not shallow
My breath is strong
As I lead them in song
And they keep throwing me money by the barrel
So John, this is not one of those “Dear John” letters
Trust me, this little limerick is a whole lot better
To acknowledge your talents
Won't call you a savant
Though on Poetry Soup you're image is unfettered
Enough is enough, mustn't cause too much laughter
For fear you might think it's your body I'm after
On my mama's grave
It's only friendship I crave
Okay I admit writing this while a bit plastered
© Jack Ellison 2015
Today, I woke with a smile
aches and pains aside
seems it has been a while
But ever-changing is the tide.
Age doesn't take a vacation
too busy to be ill
And it isn't vindication
for the happiness I feel.
Can't we just be honest?
where there is no pretense,
a day we're just us,
because it makes better sense.
I have love that fills my heart,
And these deep breaths hold me still
even when I fall apart
With hurts, that's like a bitter pill.
Some days aren't so great
I want to give and bend
And others can relate
That the trials never end.
All we can do is move
Time is ticking all the time
Nothing left to prove
Just life that's passing by.
Just smile at the knowing,
With each new breath of morning air
The canvas of love overflowing
Now that you're aware.